Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.